| We thank you for the cool aid, reverend jim
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| Were glad to leave behind their world of sin
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| Our lifeless bodies fall on holy ground
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| Rotting flesh, a sacrificial mound
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| Were you our God or a man in a play
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| Who took our applause and forced us to stay
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| Now all together we lived as we died
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| On your command by your side
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| Guyana in the cult of the damned
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| Give us your word for the grand final stand
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| Guyana in the cult of the damned
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| Give us your word for the grand final stand
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| In the cult of the damned we all worked the land
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| Too afraid to look up we all feared his hand
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| Hurry my children there isnt much time
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| But well meet again on the other side
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| Be good to the children and old people first
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| Hand them a drink theyre dying of thirst
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| Bigfoot bigfoot thrown in a well
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| Pulled under water screaming like hell
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| He told us life was just a hotel
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| Time to check out when he rang the bell
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| Mother, mother |